I'm afraid of the dark.

I'm afraid of the dark words whispered by uncertain girls in middle school hallways.

I'm afraid of the dark shadows in minds where there should be bright open spaces.

I'm afraid of the dark cloud that comes over your face, where laughter has also been, usurping those rare and hauntingly tintinnabulous smiles.

I've started sleeping with the light on.

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